Alix and Gander walks through the open gate, Alix's steps light but certain. Soldiers nod as he passes, unsure whether to salute or avert their gaze. He doesn't stop for any of them.
He heads straight for the command building at the center of the base.
Inside, it's quiet—lit by a few crystal lamps and filled with the soft rustling of parchment and the faint scrape of quills. Past the hall, through the war room, and into the private quarters behind it, he finds Lathar.
The former commander sits behind a broad desk, half-buried in maps and reports. His expression is a blend of annoyance and fatigue, eyes flicking from paper to paper until he senses the figure at the door.
He looks up.
"Well, well," Lathar says flatly. "You finally decided to come back."
Alix said smirking. "I'm sure you're loving what you are doing right now.."
Lathar exhales slowly, fingers rubbing his forehead. "I'm not arguing with you anymore. I'll lose."
